Barnaby Meets Tiaal (Part 9)
A roleplay story with Tiaal’s player. Vindicator Barnaby encounters a mysterious Rangari woman while on AU Draenor. (Advisory for nsfw themes.)
They’re still sleeping when she returns, tray of sticky buns and coffee in hand. She shakes her head at the both of them, and sets the tray down on the bedside table.
She wakes Metuu first, with a kiss to the soft skin under his ear and a soft touch to his chest that trails southwards to give him a few good morning strokes. He hums in reply and smiles as he wakes, reaching for her before he even opens his eyes.
“There's coffee and buns,” she says, kissing his lips when he refuses to let her go.
“Mmm….I knew there was a reason I married you…” he hums, and this time he does let her go so she can give Barnaby the same sort of wake up.
“Barnaby…” she purrs as she climbs over to him, stroking his face gently and using her tail to caress him as well. She kisses his temple and slides her hands down his back to the large plates at the base of his tail. “Gonna sleep the day away big guy?”
Barnaby sleeps through the night as heavy as a log. The combination of alcohol and sex gives him restful sleep, and he dozes late into the next morning, offering Tiaal plenty of time to gaze at his powerful body to her heart's content. Eventually he turns in his sleep enough to cling lightly to one of Metuu's arms.
Barny sleeps soundly through the quiet noises and movements of Metuu waking up. The stroking of Tiaal's tail is the first thing to draw a reaction: His brows furrow and he murmurs pleasantly, not knowing in his sleep-cottony brain who is kissing him and caressing his face and lower back, but enjoying the sensations thoroughly.
The vindicator's eyes blink awake to see Tiaal's face. Something smells pleasant, like coffee and sticky buns. The events of the night previous are starting to drift back to him, and he shifts to sit up. "Good morning."
“There you are.” She sits back with a broad smile. “You sleep just like Metuu. Or a dead thing.” She laughs and pats his arm. Metuu snorts at the association, and hands Barnaby a cup of coffee when he’s finished sitting up.
“It’s a good thing, it means my mornings are still my own,” Tiaal laughs, and stretches over Metuu to bring the plate of buns back to the bed.
Barnaby smiles hesitantly as he accepts the coffee cup. He says carefully, looking at the faces of both Metuu and Tiaal, "You're talking as if you expect this to become a regular thing, Tia...?" His thick brows raise slowly, as if inviting their thoughts.
“Do you want it to be?” Metuu says, having sat up himself, and is now propped up against the headboard, holding his coffee like a lifeline. He sounds a bit groggy still. “Granted I did come late to the party, so I might’ve missed somethin’...”
"Uh, well." Barnaby scratches his hairy chest for a moment. He looks at them both, and spreads his hands in a vaguely supplicant position. "Sure. It was the most fun I've had in a while."
“I just about bashed him over the head and drug him home, I don’t think you missed much, dear,” Tiaal laughs, and pulls a bite off a sticky bun to pop it into her mouth. “We didn’t get around to the specifics and I barely got around to mentioning you before you showed up.”
“And I thank you for that, being nearly run out of my own house is not an experience I care to repeat,” Metuu chuckles back. Tiaal smiles at him and offers him the next bite of the sticky bun she’s tearing apart.
“That one apologized once he knew what was going on.” Her gaze switches to Barnaby as she offers him a piece of sticky bun as well. “And it was a long time ago. Do you have anywhere to be today, Barnaby?”
Even though he still has some questions as to how he's going to relate to this married draenei couple outside of their private intimacy, Barnaby grins at being offered food from Tiaal's graceful hand. Even clothed, she still looks incredibly sexy to him, and being given food only increases the positive associations.
He eats the morsel gladly, then pauses to consider whether he really does have to be anywhere today. "I should probably let Exarch Orelis know I’m still in the area, but apart from that, I think I'm good. Do we, uh." His small eyes glance from side to side. "Do we want to talk about things?"
Talking. Words. That sounded intimidating. It wasn't sex -- And the thought of having more sex with Tiaal, probably with Metuu included, is certainly still there, even though she's clothed.
“What’s there to talk about?” Metuu asks, and Tia swats him on the arm, teasingly.
“Not everyone is as casual about this sort of thing, Met. Be nice,” she admonishes, and Met responds back with a sincere ‘yes ma’am’ over the top of his coffee cup.
“I suppose we should start with what you would like, Barnaby,” Tiaal says, looking back over to the vindicator. “When I approached you last night, I didn’t know we were going to hit it off as well as we did, but sometimes these things happen for a reason. Metuu and I are very open in our relationship as you can see, and we wouldn’t be opposed to a third, I think it’s safe to say…” She looks over at Metuu, who shrugs and picks up her line of thought.
“Tia’s a good judge of character, I’d say we’d have a good chance of makin’ a go of it. And fer all my joking, there are a coupla ground rules if you’re gonna be stayin’ on a more semi-regular to permanent basis.” Metuu shrugs, hoping his nonchalance at the whole of the morning would put the vindicator at ease.
“Little things, really,” Tiaal says, picking back up the thread of the conversation from Metuu. “What to expect, both what would be expected from you and what you could expect from us, things that make these sorts of things work more smoothly. It gets complicated quickly when you have more than two people.”
Barnaby grunts amicably, reaching for one of the sticky buns on the plate and starting to munch on it as he listens to the two other draenei speak. "True, that. A third, do you mean..." The vindicator blushes faintly, "Another person in the, uh, the relationship? Like... dating?" For a moment, he seems almost bashful. "Or just somebody to have a good time with now and again?"
Tiaal smiles at Barnaby’s blush, so visible against his pale skin. “Well, that depends on what you would like, now doesn’t it? I certainly wouldn’t mind, from what I’ve seen of you, so long as it could be the three of us. I do love to watch Metuu with another man…”
“...But I won’t force the issue, if you don’t enjoy attentions from the opposite sex, or wish to enter an established relationship. If you just want the occasional roll in the hay, that’s fine too. If you need a while to think on it, well...” Here Tia smiles demurely and looks down. “We haven’t even finished breakfast, I wouldn’t hold it against you.”
"Uh, yeah." Barnaby scratches his fingers through his black hair. He is stunned speechless with the generosity that he's being shown, and with being told that Metuu and Tia are okay with him dating them, and potentially forming an emotional connection as well as a physical one. His cornflower blue blush darkens slightly, and he tugs on one of his thick neck tendrils.
"Yeah, a little while to think about it would be good." This is said more to avoid looking too eager than anything else. Barnaby already knows what his heart wants. "This is awful generous of you, I..." The vindicator rubs between his eyes. Must not get emotional.
“Take all the time you need,” Tiaal says, patting his arm and then tugging at it, pulling his hand away from his face if he yields to her, to hold his massive hands in both of hers. Metuu doesn't do anything as overt, manly solidarity and all, but he does lean over to touch shoulders.
Barnaby freely allows his hand to be pulled away from his face, and both of his hands held in Tiaal's. He wears a small smile, not saying anything in the moment, savoring the feel of being welcomed among the pair of them. He tips his head forward to touch his forehead and crest to Tia's.
She accepts the gesture graciously, and goes back to feeding them bites from her fingers, at least until Metuu pushes her coffee into her hand, and takes the other one to suck the sweetly spiced glaze from her fingers and take up the duty. The rest of the meal was slow and pleasant, with minimal words exchanged between them, none of them in any hurry to leave the warmth of the bed.